The Night gifts

Since ages, the night is the symbol of evil for many. The concept of dark is used to represent seamy side of the life most of the times. In literature, they used it to glorify the immoral deeds. In gothic fictions, the night is usually the evil’s rule. For cops, it is the most hectic period, full of crimes. For typical middle-class people, it is time to lock the houses and sleep, as they strongly believe that those who work or enjoy until late night are simply spoiling their life. However, the night is the sweetest gift of nature -- full of dreams, pleasures, peace, blossom, love, and adventures.

Indeed, each second of every day has its own flavor, own beauty and own strength. We get little period to enjoy the beauty of nature due to the limitations of life. In such a short life, isn’t it unwise to be choosy about the best part of the day and worst one? The pleasant dawns, bright sunny days, brighter afternoons, colorful twilights, and finally the peaceful, dreamy, starry, lovely nights – every form of the day is a miracle while the night is the most beautiful miracle of the nature.
Remember the childhood summer’s star-counting nights. Grandpa is telling a story from his endless collection. Keeping an ear to the story, you behold the stars. The story starts getting life in front of your eyes in the sky. A few stars join and King Vikram’s image forms, another group joins to form the ghost on his shoulder. The ghost starts the story of a grain-merchant and suddenly, stars change themselves into merchant’s bullock-cart. Clouds now form loads of grains and bullock carts’ run starts -- all this magic of imagination is a gift on night.

Remember the unusually dark nights of freezing winters. You are about to go to bed when a single call from friends, sets the sleep away from your eyes and you run to join bonfire with them. Night turns darker and the chitchat, which begins usually with a lighter note start getting a serious tone. Thoughts of life, dreams, future join the discussion. Someone is upset as his beloved is getting married with someone else, while another jobless is worried as his father is going to retire in next few days ahead of his sisters’ marriage. Somebody waits disparately for the important exam result, while another one at once recalls that the next day is his important interview. He leaves the group and one by one everyone follow his way. Now, the night is on its tip. Two of the friends are present around the bonfire, which is also about to extinguish.

“You are still thinking about her?” you ask the friend who is upset due to the marriage of his beloved. “Common, everything will be fine…” and your long consoling speech after which he slowly utters “Actually I was thinking about her younger sister. She is so cute…” and a grin appears on both of yours faces. Such ups-and-downs and tears and cheers are the gifts of night.

Re-think the stormy night in July’s last week. Electricity is gone from hours. She is preparing for the dinner – an unusual candle light one, and he is trying to tune up his guitar, when a sudden lightning, followed by a bang, opens the window. The unexpected ingress of wind – candles snuff out and she scares. Before she shouts with fear, he holds her in his arms and an intense embrace. Wind, allowing them the space to themselves, shuts the window down again. Love is the most precious gift of the night.

How rude it is to call it wretched?